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Grateful Dead - Brown Eyed Woman Grateful Dead - Brown Eyed Woman |
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DmGone are the days when the Fox fall down,
CTake up the yoke and plow the Bbfields around.
DmGone are the days when the Fladies said, "Please,
BbGentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to Fme?"
CBrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The Bbbottle was dusty but the Fliquor was Cclean.
BbSound of the thunder with the Frain fallin' Dmdown,
And it Gmlooks like the old man'sBb gettin' Fon.
1920 when he stepped to the bar,
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the walls caved in,
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
BRIDGE:
CmTumble down shack in BbBigfoot Fcounty,
CmSnowed so hard that the Bbroof caved Fin.
DmDelilah CJones went to Bbmeet her AmGod,
And the Bbold man never was the same Fagain.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well,
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell.
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill.
And in the key of D:
Brown-Eyed Woman
(Hunter, Garcia)
BmGone are the days when the Dox fall down,
ATake up the yoke and plow the fGields around.
BmGone are the days when the Dladies said, "Please,
GGentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to Dme?"
ABrown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The Gbottle was dusty but the Dliquor was Aclean.
GSound of the thunder with the Drain fallin' Bmdown,
And it Emlooks like the old man'Gs gettin'D on.
1920 when he stepped to the bar,
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the walls caved in,
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
BRIDGE:
AmTumble down shack in GBigfoot Dcounty,
AmSnowed so hard that the Groof caved Din.
BmDelilah AJones went to mGeet her GAmod,
And the Gold man never was the same Dagain.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well,
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell.
I cut hick'ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill.
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